Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Djibouti and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Young Rascals,
Roger Hodgson,
Ponytail,
Model 500,
10cc,
the Soft Cell,
Los Fastidios,
Black Moon,
DJ Style,
Thee Headcoats,
Bad Manners,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Remains,
Glenn Branca,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
Brick,
ABC,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Machine,
The Real Kids,
The Pop Group,
Skriet,
The Tremeloes,
Letta Mbulu,
Kurtis Blow,
Amon Düül,
Fear,
Sonic Youth,
Youth Brigade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wally Richardson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Slick Rick,
Sällskapet,
Anthony Braxton,
Yusef Lateef,
Gastr Del Sol,
Althea and Donna,
Silicon Teens,
Spoonie Gee,
Trumans Water,
The Raincoats,
Japan,
Matthew Bourne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Loose Ends,
Roy Ayers,
Colin Newman,
The Vogues,
AZ,
Severed Heads,
Black Bananas,
Joensuu 1685,
Barry Ungar,
Man Eating Sloth,
H. Thieme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.